After a cup of tea, they appeared in Huguan City, there was a large group of Confucian students wearing uniform red Confucian shirts on the street, they walked together in groups, most of them were immortal cultivators, each holding a bouquet of lit sandalwood, walking around the street, looking respectful, and the leader was the Jiedan monk, their expressions were solemn.

"Astronomy, what's going on?"

Wang Qingshan asked with some curiosity, if he didn't guess wrong, it should be some kind of sacrificial activity.

"Seven uncles, today is the birthday of the Confucian saint, from the emperor to the ordinary people, they all have to worship the Confucian saint, this is a very important festival of the Dayan Dynasty. ”

"Sage Kong's birthday? It's a bit interesting, let's find a place to live first!"

They found an inn and stayed.

Wang Tianwen changed into a red Confucian shirt and held a bouquet of lit sandalwood in his hand.

"Seventh Uncle, today is the birthday of Sage Kong, I must participate, I'm afraid I can't accompany you. ”

Wang Tianwen's face was full of apologies.

Wang Qingshan waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay, you're busy with yours, it's not too late for us to leave after you're done, don't be in a hurry for the next few days." ”

Wang Tianwen walked out of the inn with a bouquet of lit sandalwood in his hand, followed by several Confucian students in red Confucian shirts.

"But my Confucius virtue from the sky to the heavens and the earth, the sun and the moon are brighter, and the teacher of the hundred kings, beyond the saints, can respect his virtue, teach himself to correct his life······"

While walking on the street, Wang Tianwen recited the sacrificial text, and the Confucian students behind him followed the recitation.

The air was filled with thick sandalwood, and bursts of neat chanting could be heard.

"Seventh uncle, Confucianism and Taoism in the Central Plains Immortal Cultivation Realm are quite interesting. ”

Wang Qiuming looked at the red-clothed Confucian students passing through the street and said with a smile.

"Let's take a look at it, it should be an eye-opener, maybe there is something we can learn from. ”

Wang Qingshan and Wang Qiuming followed behind Wang Tianwen's team, and red-clothed Confucian students continued to join Wang Tianwen's team, and everyone was reciting sacrificial texts, mainly singing praises to the saint Confucius.

The team walked around the streets, irregular, the number of people continued to expand, after a cup of tea, dozens of teams gathered into a square of more than 100 acres, the number of immortal cultivators was as many as thousands, men, women and children, they were wearing uniform red Confucian shirts, they looked very spectacular.

In the center of the square, there is a statue of the Confucian saint who is more than 30 zhang high, and the Confucian saint is holding an ancient scroll in his right hand, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, looking into the distance, as if he is teaching.

Beside the Sage Kong, there were three circular high platforms, two men and one woman, three Yuanying monks, sitting on the three circular high platforms, all of them wearing red Confucian shirts, with solemn expressions.

Not far away, there is a long red offering table, on which are placed some spiritual fruits, and there is a huge red incense burner next to it, which is inserted with a large amount of sandalwood, among which there are three ten-zhang long golden sandalwood, emitting a burst of strange fragrance, Wang Qingshan smelled a little, only felt a shock in spirit, refreshed.

"Third-Order Spiritual Incense!"

Wang Qingshan was a little surprised, the Yuanying monks had all come forward, and it must be more than just a sacrifice.

Thousands of Confucian scholars stood around the statue of the Confucian saint, they stood neatly, each of them looked pious, judging from their speech and demeanor, they were not the first time to participate in the birthday of the Confucian saint, they were more skilled.

The three Yuanying monks stood up and bowed to the statue of the Confucian Saint, and a middle-aged man with a majestic face spoke:

"In the 700th year of Xuande of the Dayan Dynasty, on the occasion of the 78,345th anniversary of the birth of the ancestor Confucius, I would like to pay tribute to the master and the spirit of the oath of all saints, where does heaven and earth come from······?

After reciting the sacrificial text, the three Yuanying monks led the Confucian scholars to pay homage to the Confucian saint, and each of them had a very pious expression.

After worshipping the Confucian sage, the middle-aged man's eyes slowly swept over the many Confucian scholars, and said in a deep voice: "The Confucian sage said: There is no class, as a disciple of the Confucian sage, we should carry forward this fine tradition, the old man is good at painting landscape paintings, let me tell you about painting." ”

The middle-aged man talked about painting, which is a painting on the surface, but in fact, it contains Taoism, and how much he can comprehend depends on the individual.

The three infant monks talked about different contents, such as painting, dealing with people, refining tools, etc.

Wang Qingshan nodded secretly, the Wang family can learn from it, and regularly hold large-scale festivals to enhance the sense of belonging and cohesion of the clansmen, and high-ranking monks come forward to preach.

The sermon lasted for a day, and after the three Yuanying monks finished their sermons, when it came to the defense session, the Yuanying monks would answer some of the monks' questions about cultivation or behave in the world.

After nightfall, the sky darkened, the square was brightly lit, and the sermon was over, but many Confucian students stayed in the square, they listened to the preaching of the Yuanying monk, and occasionally had insights, and stayed in the square to comprehend.

A huge cyan light curtain in the north of the square was covered, and every Confucian student was protected by the formation from outside interference.

Wang Tianwen sat on the ground, his eyes slightly closed, he listened to the sermons of the three Yuanying monks, and occasionally had insights, and he was comprehending them with his heart.

Perception of a matter of mystery and mystery, as short as a few hours, as long as decades, there was once a Confucian student in the Dan period listened to the Yuan infant monk preaching, occasionally had a feeling, did not take any spiritual objects, meditated for 50 years, comprehended the true meaning of the Tao, advanced to the Yuan infant period, this matter was once a good story,

Wang Qingshan and Wang Qiuming stayed near the square, they still had plenty of time, but they were not worried about delaying time.

A month passed, and some people got up and left one after another, some monks advanced from the third floor of the foundation to the fifth floor of the foundation, and some monks stood still, and there were seven monks sitting in the square, and they all felt something, so they didn't know when they would wake up.

Wang Qingshan had fallen into an epiphany for several months, and he couldn't be sure when Wang Qiuming would wake up and stay nearby for the time being.

Wang Tianwen's eyes were slightly closed, and he felt that he had appeared in a gray space, and there was a cyan wooden table in the space, and there was a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the wooden table.

He stood at the cyan wooden table, his face reminiscing, as if thinking of something.

I don't know how long later, Wang Tianwen suddenly lifted the pen and fell, and a lotus flower appeared on the drawing paper, and the lotus flower bloomed with buds.

His right hand flashed, and he grabbed the void of the drawing paper, and a sparkling lotus flower suddenly appeared in his hand, and the glow was uncertain.

"I understand, beginner painting, painting mountains is mountains, painting water is water, the second realm is painting mountains is not mountains, painting water is not water, the highest realm is painting mountains or mountains, painting water is still water. ”

He only felt that the gray space suddenly shattered, and he returned to reality.

"Yudan three layers!"

Wang Tianwen's face was happy, and he could clearly feel that his aura was much stronger.

He used to be on the second floor of the Jiedan, and the Yuanying monk preached, allowing him to save several years of penance and advance to the third layer of the Jiedan.

He stood up and bowed to the statue of the Confucian Sage: "Thank you to the Confucian Saint Immortal Master." ”